🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Many Men - 50 Cent

 Many man  death)
 50 Cent
 
 Lloyd Banks
 Man we gotta go get something to  man
 I'm  as a motherfucker
 
 50 Cent
 Ay yo man,  what's taking homie so long son?
 
 Lloyd Banks
 50,  down, here he come
 
 9 Shots
 
 Banks  50 Cent
 Ahh,  what the fuck!?
 
 50 Cent
 Ahh! son, pull up!  up!
 
 Intro
 Many  wish death upon me
 Blood in my eye  and I can't see
 I'm  to be what I'm destined to be
 And niggaz trying to take my  away
 I put a hole in nigga for  with me
 My back on the  now you gon' see
 Better watch how you talk, when you talk about 
 Cause I'll come and take your life 
 
 Many  many, many, many, many men
 Wish death  me
 Lord I don't  no more
 Don't look to the sky  more
 Have  on me
 
 Now these pussy niggaz putting  on my head
 Go on and get your refund  I ain't dead
 I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been 
 I'm the  king and I ain't been crowned
 When I  something special happen every time
 I'm the greatest,  like Ali in his prime
 I walk the block  the bundles
  been knocked on the humble
 Swing  ox when I rumble
 Show your ass what  gun do
 Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your 
 Turn your back  me, get clapped and lose your legs
 I walk around gun  waist, chip on my shoulder
 Till I bust a  in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
 
 Chorus:
 Many men, many,  many, many men
 Wish death  me
  I don't cry no more
 Don't look to the sky no 
  mercy on me
  mercy on my soul
 Somewhere my heart turned 
 Have mercy on many 
 Many, many,  many men
  death upon me
 
 Some days wouldn't be special, if it  for rain
 Joy  feel so good, if it wasn't for pain
 Death gotta be  'cause life is hard
 It'll leave  physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
 This if for my niggaz on  block, twisting trees and cigars
 For the niggaz on  doing life behind bars
 I don't see only god  judge me, 'cause I see things clear
 Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred 
  like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
 Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in  palm
 Slim switched sides on me,  niggaz ride on me
 I thought  was cool, why you want me to die homie?
 
 Chorus
 
 Every night I talk to god, but he  say nothing back
 I  he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
 In my nightmares, niggaz keep pulling  on me
 Psych says some bitch dumb,  a hex on me
 The  didn't know much, when Pac got shot
 I got a kite from  pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
 I ain't gonna spell  out for you motherfuckers all the time
 Are you illiterate nigga? You  read between the lines
 In  bible it says, what goes around, comes around
 Almost shot me, three weeks later he got  down
  it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason
 'Cause he got hit like I got hit,  he ain't fucking breathing
 
 Chorus